So, I digress. I am going to start University full time in October at the ripe old age of 29. I am studying Philosophy, Politics and Economics. Quite frankly, I am petrified. The vast majority of students will be a decade younger than me. What if I don't fit in/wear the right clothes/have anything in common with them?
I left school at 16 with 9 GCSE's, moved to London and got a job. At the time, this didn't scare me in the slightest. I had the bolshy, self-confident, know-it-all attitude that so many young people have. I knew what I wanted (to work for BBC Sport) and I worked incredibly hard until I got to do it.
Since I was 18, I have been studying, starting with A-levels, then moving onto certificates and diplomas through the Open University. All of my studying has been done part time whilst working and, latterly, whilst working, looking after an eighteen month old and being pregnant. I discovered, once I left school, that I quite like learning. I fear I may have taken it a step too far though with this going to University malarkey. It was a case of 'if I don't do it now, I will never do it' as I couldn't begin to think about having to pay back £9,000 a year in tuition fees.
I do feel slightly sick when I think about it. The excitement will kick in at some point I'm sure. It will, won't it?
